Every Wednesday is chemo day for us now. Today, Shane had his first outpatient treatment. We were there from 9:30 till noon, which is great time for CHOP. Poppy took us down and stayed with us. His counts were decent. His neutrophils are low, meaning he is at risk for infection, but his bone marrow is making new RBCs, so no transfusions were needed. The doctor looked at the area and agreed it was more “smushy.” The area is the tumor and after 2 days from his last treatment, I noticed a difference . Before it was as hard as a rock and now it’s softer and smaller. I smile because the doctor said we would “notice a difference, but not in 2 days, more like 2 weeks.” Go, Shane!
His total treatment , which was only one drug, took 15 minutes . He sat in his car seat and chompted on his giraffe because frankly teething continues, regardless. I’ve said this to a few people lately, but I feel more comfortable at the hospital. Maybe it’s because this is no longer new or so many people are going through the same thing. Today, there were too many babies on the floor. One little girl looked to be about one and she was walking around and her and Shane had their own baby talk conversation. Another baby was no more than 4 months old and then there was the couple who looked like us a few weeks ago. My heart broke for them.